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Re: Poetry

Si Titran wrote:

I hope I'm not being a hog here. I wrote this one last night. This is as close to sweet as I think I've ever come.

The song played softlyIn the cold nightThe vision of a futureSo close, almost to the touchQuiet from voicesJust two entiwined in danceHolding each other tenderlyThere is no one elseAfter all, the day is throughAnd theirs is now to each other.

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*claps, hands out flowers, chocolates* My turn

Salvation sky, a saving expanse for a barren land. A place for Peacekeeper Jones. A land for the spirit, a land with a sound of its own. At night, sounds to chill the cleanest soul covered and bedded up tight. A day as quiet as quiet can be, a silence that makes its own noise. In rides Peacemaker Jones, a priest on mission from God and a mission of self. Following Grave Robber Bones.

A trail of skulls behind him, an empty sky above. A shovel over a shoulder held by burned left hand. Grave Robber Bones chased by Peacemaker Jones for six empty shells far done. Slugs that ate and tore away, robbed them of theirs and them. A leer and a step, no sound as he left. Killing the air as he went. Up at the church you could see as he stepped. Painful as pleasure can be.

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I'm not sure if I quite get your last one GHF. But i don't have to get everything as its your creation.

I found a new one to post actually.

Oh to only be close to deathTo feel that darkCovering my soulClearing my mind from the hate and surrounding angerBut to suffer with breath in my lungsTo keep life clasped within my bodyIs to have a tortureAh, they will never changeNo matter how long the road,Regardless of how much I achiveThey will never changeAnd I am no different to themSo I myself do hate this body, this soulMy past death has been in vainMy rebrith, a wasteWhat else is left for meBut to mearly survive the rest of my time on earthThere is no joy left,I have no more faith, even in my own being's worhI am only nothingBecause it is so evidentThat my work has amountedTo that of a grain of sandNothing more than a nuisanceTo those that say they are my supportersEmotionless now, for I've let my sould die at their handsAnd I can't even mourn anymoreCrushed untill nothing solid is leftAnd this is what I must accept.Swallow what is left of my pride,Just to surviveIt is my punishment for trying to live,To keep living, only in the shatters of pain and conformity.

(sorry it was so long)

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder."Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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I understand the point of ages ago Alor. A lot of my writings come from that land of "ages ago" too. It seems like I've been more into it again as the last one is newer. Never give up! I'd like to read it too, especially after reading your other stuff>

Meat is murder...... tasty tasty murder."Suggestion: Electrocution works well. Evisceration and Decapitation are also effective, or um, so I've heard."

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lol, I wrote it in 5th grade; doesn't look much like my FanFic or the other stuff I have here, that's for sure. Was my only attempt at poetry though, and I won a school prize for it, so maybe it's worth something. Still looking for it; will post if I find

EDIT

This isn't the poem I was talking about, I wrote this for a project in home school. More of a short story I guess, but I thought it was good. What do you guys think?

Standing on the dirt road next to my house, I watch the giant clouds roll off the mountains toward me from the east. The normally tall and impressive looking trees in the foreground of the white and gray mass suddenly look so small. The thunderhead slowly looms higher as it moves even closer, the quiet broken only by the occasional boom of thunder. As night falls, the flashes of lightning become more visible, lighting the sky brilliant white for a short instant. But as nearly always, the great clouds that a short time before had come so close, drift down into the valley below and disappear into the night

"You set a code to live by. I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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Si Titran your first poem on this thread I can relate to. Your shy, and I used to be the EXACT same way trust me....I did nothing BUT come to BFFC......great observation of your situation!

I LOVEEEEEEEE poems and Im planning to become a poet when I finish high school........(maybe write a couple Star Wars books....:P)but seriously, I like your poems KEEP POSTING!!! Im going to paste a poem I did a while back....

My grandfather died and I wrote this poem....

A soul broken free

A soul once opressed and bound by the pains of lifeNow released into the holyness and flight of a sky kiteThe soul was once a Saint now has entered the gatesWhere dreams have come true and the drop of a world weightOnce drowned in depression of physical boundsIs now redeemed of all strengths as great as it soundsskipped purgatory a special section opens for the soulAll the faith in it's life has made him a league above our ownGazing down upon loved ones as the soul restsAs a gaurdian to make worthy our health will nestIn the clouds of euphoria the soul converses with othershe has met through his years that it sees as it's brothersSouls once lost it meets and shares joy amung themAll of them watching over their loved ones like growing stemsMuch love and respect has risin amung the mournAlthough we know the soul has felt pain no moreI thank this soul for it was a source for my guidanceThe dream of a world were it's happiness is heightenedInto the gate of bliss is the last vision the souls seenWe all love you and hope that your soul is broken free